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Soon they were ready enough to attempt the way down, Guy leading the way.

"How did you find me?"

Guy shrugged. "Was wandering around here, anyway. The wolves guided me to you. Big bunch of them near where you were. Waiting for you to die."

"Wolves? Here?"

There were few trees around them. Indeed, with the suddenly swirling ice and snow, they could barely see the rocks and treacherous frozen soil upon which they walked.

"Yes. They don't act like wolves in other places do. But if you leave them alone, and aren't stupid, they leave you alone. They probably caught your scent the moment you set foot here."

"But where do they live? What do they eat?"

Guy shrugged again, and gazed off at something indistinct. Then, for a moment, the snow cleared, and they stared up at the shocking blue of the sky. Guy pointed upwards, almost vertically.

"See there?"

He was pointing towards the summit, only they could not see the summit. From their position, they could see a thick layer of cloudy white that wrapped itself around the mountain, which warped and moved yet stayed still. Things seemed to flutter in it.

Before they knew it, the snow was upon them again.

"If you look, you can see shadows sometimes. Forms moving in there. Strange monsters. That's one of the reasons this mountain is called the Mountain of Shadows."

"And no one's been up there?"

"In general, you can try to follow the wolf tracks up, I suppose. Or you can hunt for the ancient roadways and tunnels."

"No one has?"

"No one has come back."

They walked on, and the snow fell down a little, and then ceased. A forest came into view ahead, and turning back, they saw only the lonely and empty mountain, and a snowstorm which deigned not to follow.
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The mortals listened carefully as their undead companions related their parts in the recent proceedings. As the spirit's tale drew to a close, the archer came up behind him, looking somewhat indignant.

"What'd I say about fighting?" he asked, indicating the bound elf. He fixed a bolt conspicuously into his crossbow, watching the group standing around him. His menacing glare suddenly betrayed shock, then fiery rage, as a small knife buried itself in the frame of his beloved weapon, rendering it useless.

"Who is this?" Lisha inquired, her lips twisting into a contemptuous smile. "I'd thought that these shadow elves scorned the aid of humans-"

Cyrus' heavily armored limb checked the archer's violent leap and hurled him to the ground. Brother Sequoia, suddenly noticing the packed but headless and motionless suit of armor lying behind Caecus, firmly planted himself between the other man and the spirit who had raised his swords and advanced on him.

"Touch him not!" he bellowed. "Unless my eyes deceive me, you have shed enough blood already."

Lisha, following the druid's gaze, shuddered. The leaves were still. "Who- then-" She paused, thinking quickly. "Brother, please go with Cyrus and take this man. His bow will be easily mended. I must consult with these two alone."

The druid nodded, sensing the urgency of the situation and glad to separate Lisha and the elf from the attacker. The shadow elf... he shook his head, turning. A pity. This area had once been a haven of harmony and peace between mother nature and her children. With the awakening of the darkness, this peace could be no more...

"Caecus, who was that necromancer?" Lisha whispered harshly, keeping an eye on the elf's every movement. The spirit evidenced a bit too much pleasure in his new role of captor...

"He was no necromancer. He styled himself a warrior and a rune mage, but his power was not his own. If what you say is true, he must have been a puppet of Órloki. He inscribed these runes," he continued, holding the coldly glimmering metal aloft in one gauntlet. The ghastly glow threw a pale blue light over the elf's defiant features.

Better to resolve this as soon as possible. "He may have had no further use, but his death was unneccesary. The violence characteristic of your kind is not altogether absent in you."

"He reminded me of my- of my past," Caecus lied. The elf shifted suddenly and he tightened his grip, probably hurting her. What reason had he to tell the mortal of his potential position, that which had been filled by the dead man? He watched the skeleton across the clearing. How was he different?

Her suspicions growing, Lisha sought and held the gaze of the elf woman. A cold fire blazed ferociously in the eyes of the spirit's captive, and within moments, Lisha was forced to feign interest in the creature's garb.

"Why do you disturb us, elf?"

"Why do you disturb us, Easterling?"

Lisha started; she had not let her guard down since entering the village. How did the elf know? "I don't- you can't- answer the question," she finished lamely. "These woods are yours no more than they are his," she said, indicating the druid, "or theirs," the undead. Not entirely true, she knew... she hoped the druid was making better progress with the foolish archer. That was a good knife.

OOC: Not bad at all, Ephesos. You have indeed done them justice.

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IC:

"They might not be," Melora spat, "but I did not knock out any of you and dragged you through the underbrush, did I?" She was wasting words, and she knew it.

"But as a matter of fact, when I approached your resting-place this night, I intended to visit no harm on you. I saw you leave the town back there - " she indicated the direction with a look " - and thought it was curious to see a druid, an Eastertling and two ó'chon'carí leave for the woods together."

"You won't get inside the mountain this way."

Lisha raised her eyebrows at this.

"What makes you think you know where we are going?"

Shadow elves did not roll their eyes, but bit their lips in scorn or exasperation. Doing this, Melora responded: "The tourism industry in this area is lousy to non-existant. We are in the middle of the wilderness, and outside any major travel routes - besides, you are not equipped for a longer trek. Where else would you be going?"

"As it happens, I am going there myself. And if it is indeed the cavern and the treasure you are seeking, you will need someone who knows their way underground."

OOC: It is Cyrus who brought in Melora (Caecus went off to fight Blackrune), thus in David's post it should by Cyrus who is holding her, and in Ephesos's post below it should be Caecus who is commenting on Andros' machete.

Also, Ephesos, I *did* put the under construction notice up. Your fault for ignoring it and writing on. :P

[ Thursday, August 04, 2005 11:43: Message edited by: Aranfoolcaytar ]

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OoC: So Andros attacked Cyrus, correct?

EDIT: Okay, that was stupid of me. I mentally mistook Blackrune's headless corpse for Cyrus (it was late), and somehow thought Andros tried to attack us all. My post has been changed. I was just following Davida's post (though badly), and I figured that I could go ahead with the three of us that went off elsewhere.

EDIT2: Good to see I was right about who walked off with Sequoia... I think I'm up to pace this time.

IC:

Brother Sequoia was a bit angry, to put it simply. As he led Cyrus and the angry archer (who still carried his broken crossbow), the gray light of early dawn began filling the trees.

Having barely seen the archer (who had grumpily said his name to be Andros) leap to try and attack Caecus, Brother Sequoia knew to keep an eye on him.

"So, what was that about?" Andros asked, a hint of confusion mixing with the indignity of having his weapon broken.

"Well, you almost attacked one of our party," the druid said with a snarl. "I think it should be natural that we let you cool off."

"Cool off?!" Andros replied sharply. "You broke my only weapon!"

"Unless I'm mistaken, that's a machete strapped to your back." Cyrus said bluntly.

"My most trusted weapon!"

"Here, give it to me." Brother Sequoia gestured toward the broken bow. Andros cautiously handed it over, and the druid began muttering a spell as he drew the knife from the bow's frame. The gaping hole in the wooden frame closed itself up quickly, and Brother Sequoia handed the crossbow back to the stunned Andros. "You might want to oil it... my magic tends to induce rust." he said with a smirk.

Andros looked over the bow, and fairly satisfied, folded it up and slung it across his back.

Brother Oakleaf turned to Andros. "So why did you try to attack Caecus?"

"He had already killed a man! Didn't you see the body? I wanted to stop the spirit from killing anyone else!"

"From how Caecus was acting, it looked like the dead man deserved it." Cyrus said slowly.

Andros's voice filled with sarcasm. "Must be something important if he deserved to be beheaded.."

Brother Sequoia paid no attention to the sarcasm. "Yes, I was thinking the same thing. I am no fan of needless violence, and I sense that Caecus is similarly inclined. There must have been a good reason."

"Anyway, why did you have the shadow elf bound?" Andros asked after a short silence.

"She attacked Caecus. I had to help him subdue her." Cyrus said. "More importantly, why were the two of you sneaking up on all of us?"

"Yes, you should probably explain yourself..." Brother Sequoia said darkly, still holding Lisha's knife.

[ Thursday, August 04, 2005 11:43: Message edited by: Ephesos ]

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OOC: Sir Sherlock homes, in your piece, you failed to mention the joining of my character: Filbert.
Not that I'm offended or something, all is well, but still I wanted to say that.

About the capture of Melora, I understand now, that the struggle with Melora was in the night, then the next day came my character, Filbert, and when he already had run away, the man with the crossbow appeared. Is this right?

I don't have much to say abot Filbert yet. I'll wait till the group leaves the village.

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OOC: The man with the crossbow, appeared right after the battle with the empty suits of armor, still in the night. This likely happened many hours before Filbert arrived at the scene.

IC is above Ephesos's. When I say "IC UNDER CONSTRUCTION", I mean that. Also, you have just a
few things to fix. ;)

[ Thursday, August 04, 2005 11:43: Message edited by: Aranfoolcaytar ]

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OOC: It seems I screwed up again... :\

IC UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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OOC: Enough with this IC UNDER Construction stuff, it holds up the RP.

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Better that way, we're going too fast anyway.

This prevents people getting frustrated from spending an hour on a post and then finding that what they had written was nullified by two or three sentences that someone else had put in in the meantime. Consequentially, it made people less hasty in their RP posts, it gave everyone more time to read and write, and greatly improved the writing quality.

Sullust, I suggest you just be patient. Since you're not in the same scene as Wise, there is little chance of any problems if you write your posts at the same time - so you could just write ahead! :)

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Sorry for the confusion, everyone. The names are correct in my post, but I suppose I didn't explain that well enough. Basically, Cyrus and Caecus escorted Melora together until Caecus took note of the soon-to-be-dead man, at which time Cyrus was put in charge. When the two undead came together again, however, Cyrus transfered guardianship to Caecus because Lisha wanted to speak with Caecus and Melora but not the others. Sequoia, therefore, could only have been speaking with Cyrus and Andros. Even if he had been speaking with Caecus, however, the spirit would most likely not have openly revealed to Sequoia what he had hidden from Lisha.

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OoC: Alright... looks like I'm fixing my post again.

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I wanted to go just ONE RP for once without being yelled at by someone.

Marvin, your character IS present. I just didn't mention him being there because Edith was too lost in thought to notice. That's why I wrote in that Edith wasn't paying any attention to any of the conversations after she saw the man in the iron mask. She had lost her train of thought and therefore, wasn't aware of your presence or any of the iron man's other responses.

I might as well tell you now that you cannot expect everyone to include your character in his or her posts. I learned that the hard way.

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"The one I beheaded, who is called Blackrune, is a most horrible of tricksters. He tricks people into giving him their bodies for him to occupy instead. The spirits of the tricked people are forever banned from living and are kept in a dungeon and tortured so Blackrune can learn their secrets. He integrates the magics he deems worthy into its own magic. That was how he learned to animate armor and carve runes. Blackrune deserves much worse than death," Caecus said.

He walks over to Blackrune's body and pulls a necklace out of the pocket. It had a small metal plate on it with a rune carved on it. "This rune allows Blackrune's spirit to escape the body he stole," Caecus said. He crushed the necklace.

"We should go. There's no doubt there will be more suits of armor coming for us. The nearest village I know of is my home village. I think we should go there since they are very tolerant of any beings. But whatever you do, don't ask why we have silver colored hair, as no-one ever wants to tell the story of the curse on my people. All I want to say is that we have to live underground because of it," Caecus said.

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OOC: It'll be hard to figure stuff out if I just edit, so I'll post here.

FYI, I was out all afternoon and just got home, but I still have explain Andros' appearance.

IC:
"We're all going for Orloki's treasure," Andros explained. "Obviously, I can't do this alone, and you could probably use my talent. So, we're all in this together.

"Also, we're by far not the only ones in this." Andros glanced around. Seeing that only Sequoia and Cyrus could actually hear him, he continued. "I was once in the Guild of Blademasters, actually. Since I refused to give up this custom-made 'pump crossbow' and master the sword, I was kicked out - and 'kicked out' for the Guild means that I now have a bounty on my head. The same guild is also after Orloki's treasure to finance itself, so because you, me, and the rest of the gang is also after it, we'll have bounty hunters on our tails too, if the Guild doesn't kill us first."

"So now there's a price tag on our severed heads?" Sequoia asked in disbelief.

Andros nodded. "They're jerks like that. On the bright side, if they reach Orloki first, we'd get an easier fight. Now, we should catch up with the rest of them. There's no point in standing around."

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IC:

Brother Sequoia twirled the dagger idly in his off hand. "Before we go back, just promise us that you won't try to attack anyone in our group."

"It's a deal. I'd rather not have to face assassin alone." Andros replied, following Cyrus and Sequoia back into the forest.

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Finding Caecus, Lisha, and the elf (who now stood free) in the clearing with the rust piles, Brother Sequoia greeted them jovially. "Guess what? We all have prices on our heads!"

Lisha and the elf barely reacted at all. "So... how did this occur?" Lisha asked.

Andros gave an abbreviated account of their conversation, and Lisha just smiled. "Well, then you three should know that we're headed for a village Caecus is familiar with. Don't mention their hair."

"I just don't want to know, do I?" Sequoia asked, handing Lisha her dagger.

"Probably not."

"Is the elf with us now?" Cyrus asked, still a bit sore (as much as a skeleton could be) from the elf's attack.

"My name is Melora, and you should remember it." the elf said, in a much calmer voice than Sequoia had expected.

"Alright then, who's going to lead the way to the village?" Brother Sequoia asked, gesturing with his staff toward the sun, which had begun creeping over the horizon.

OoC: New day!

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OOC: I actually thought that 'one per day' meant one per real day, our time.

IC: Brail (and now accompanied by Weech), walked up to the well. It must of been Brails failing sight that lead him to believe that there was a group of people around there, he now knew that there were simply two dead bodies. Him and Weech walked to the tavern, and bumped into a couple of people who were walking out. They were saying something about a mountain and some shadows. Brail decided, upon eavesdropping on them for a while, to make a queat of his own, based on his information. He quickly left with Weech, making sure the group don't see him.

Him and Weech were trained spies and assasians, with excellent skills in melee. They were great fighters, but Brail was going blind. He pondered on this as they walked.
I hope that my eyesight does not get any worse than it already is. It will not be a good thing when we are at the mountain.
But his thoughts had distracted him from where he was, and when he took his bearings, he realised that they had travlled about 10 leagues that day. Weech had cooked the food and everything, so when Brail had ate, he rested.

Only to be woken in the morning to a pack of wolves...

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IC:

"I'll lead; I know the way after all", Caecus responded [[OOC: Sorry Zephyr. I realized I'll be making up more of your village's background than common RPer courtesy dictates - if you have a problem with any of it, PM me.]], and they quickly broke camp and set off. By foot, it would be a march of several hours; they had to move more slowly because of the heavy armor the Undead were carrying. If Melora, a swift walker, held any impatience, she hid it well.

"Silver hair, eh?" Melora suddenly asked the disembodied spirit while they were walking. Her voice held a tone of curious interest, and her own hair gleamed in the early sun.

"Aye, and for as long as most can remember." Cyrus cast a glance at her head. "Not like yours. More... metallic. Silver, not white."

"And that's supposed to be a curse?" It sounded quite benign, especially to a dark elf. Among her people, curses tended to involve rotting bones and steaming entrails.

"It's certainly not a blessing, if that's what you mean. Just think of all the outsiders pelting us with stupid questions about it." Caecus seemed unwilling to pursue the topic. He hesitated for a while. Then he added, darkly, "and not just questions."

Melora was intrigued, but did not ask. Caecus answered anyway. "Silver hair is a rare commodity, one might say. Some people are ready to kill for it. That's another reason we moved underground."

"They hunt your people for their hair?" Sequoia threw in, who had caught the last part of their conversation. "That's repulsive!"

"It rarely happens, and we usually take care of those quickly before they manage to harm anyone. We are not without our defenses." Caecus lapsed into a grim silence again, and they walked on - Caecus a short distance ahead, as if to avoid further conversation.

"Speaking of hunting: You didn't seem too fazed by that bounty just now, I remember..." Sequoia mentioned to Melora. "I can understand Caecus and Cyrus, they're dead already; and Lisha looks as if she has received more bounties in her purse than on her head. What about you?"

Melóra grinned again. In a Shadow elf, that could be unsettling, especially the pointed canines and molars that marked a natural carnivore.

"Much like the Undead, I am used to it. Do you think that in the village back there, if my identity had been revealed I would have been in less danger than the skeleton? We don't have a good reputation among humans. Not that that isn't understandable." She smiled again, remembering the various times she had witnessed sacrifices in her tribe when she was younger. They say the Dark Elves burn humans alive and offer them to their Gods. Their Will, the indomitable Will to come back to life, remains in the ashes, and the Elves use it to raise creatures from the Netherworld... Melora repressed an uncharacteristic shudder. Touched by the Darkness as she was, her decades on the surface had given her several profoundly human character traits.

"What is that?" Melóra stopped and pointed.

Sequoia stooped to pick up what appeared, on closer inspection, a skeletal arm. She had to hand it to him - the Druid's face remained perfectly sincere as he hurried after Cyrus to hand it to him.

OOC: Seamless. :)

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quote:
Originally written by Sir Sherlock Holmes:

I wanted to go just ONE RP for once without being yelled at by someone.

Marvin, your character IS present. I just didn't mention him being there because Edith was too lost in thought to notice. That's why I wrote in that Edith wasn't paying any attention to any of the conversations after she saw the man in the iron mask. She had lost her train of thought and therefore, wasn't aware of your presence or any of the iron man's other responses.

I might as well tell you now that you cannot expect everyone to include your character in his or her posts. I learned that the hard way.

Im sorry, Sherlock, but Maybe you know this feeling:

Almost all of you here know each other, and I'm new. When something like this happens, I've the feeling that I'm not included, and That makes me sad.

Especially with all the problems at the moment with my scenario, I can get a little irritated from time to time. Now I don't wish to upset or offend somebody, but thsi is my situation at the moment. Do you understand that?

I'm still trying not to post to much, and I think I'm having succes.

IC

When walking out of the tavern, the small group bumped into a (blind looking) man. They apologized and went on. Filbert looked round. Looking at the man, while they were walking away. Soon however, he stopt looking and went onward.

"I hope you all know the dangers." cain said.

"What dangers?" filbert answered. "You didn't say anything about danger, the only reason I joined was because I sawe the undead, somewhere in the wood!"

"O really? Did you?" Cain replied with a tone of slight sarcasme in his voice.

"Yes! I did see them! Wel, maybe not. I found there camp though..."

"they probably moved on already!" Edith shoutet at Filbert.

"But you must believe me!"

"And let these indead get to the treasure firts!?" Cain said. "We'll have plenty of time to saly them. But I think they probably could help us by fighting the monster."

"Which monster?" Filbert asked, while shivering from top to bottom.

"Look, are you going to ask stupid questions all the time and be frightend like a chicken?" Edith asked.

"No, i thnk n n n not...."

"Good. Now lets move on. We have a long journey to undertake."

And by saying that, Cain closed the conversation. The three of them walked on. Filbert still shivered, but slowly calmed down. Why? Why did i begun this trip? he asked himself. But complaining he already didn't do anymore.

OOC: Sherloch, I'm really sorry. I didn't now you were shouted at all the time. I gues when I first said something to you this post, I was irritated myself. Can we now go on without shouting at each other?

[ Friday, August 05, 2005 00:21: Message edited by: Marvin, the paranoid android ]

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OOC: I'm mostly waiting for Sullust right now. Unless if he thinks it's okay for us to rejoin the people in the forest now?
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OOC: Again, sorry. Been busy. Also, from now on I'm italicizing all my characters thoughts.

IC: Cyrus stomped along, thinking to himself. "Great. Now we've got a bounty on our heads. Not that it matters for me, I'm already dead, but still." He glanced at some of the others. "Poor kids. Well, not really kids...compared to my seven-hundred years, I suppose." he thought. His mind wandered along down several paths at once.

"Damned archer. No honor in picking people off. I wonder how far I could throw him..." He looked at the archer, sizing him up. "Mmm....I'd say a good ten, maybe fifteen yards." His thoughts were interupted, as Sequoia came up behind him.

"Hey, you dropped something." He said, handing Cyrus one of his arms.

"Oh, did I drop that? Thanks." He took his arm back and replaced it, muttering a few words of necromancy. "Damnit, I need to get someone to renew this enchantment. Maybe I can find something in there to help." He jerked his head at the mountain. Unforunately, he moved a bit too violently, and his head rolled off onto the ground. His body didn't have the time to stop and think, so it ended up kicking his head a short distance away.

Within seconds, the rest of his body crumbled. Again he swore. "Damn, can you guys stop for a moment? I need about an hour to fix myself."
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Member # 919
Profile #96
quote:
Originally written by Spring:

OOC: I actually thought that 'one per day' meant one per real day, our time.
It did, although now it's two per day instead.

Aran, I'm beginning to agree with Sullust; IC UNDER's do hold up the RP. If you want to type a long, wordy, complex post but don't want someone else's post to cancel yours out, write some sort of outline and then edit the rest in. Maybe we were going to fast, but we're not now.

(IC after Aran)

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Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00
Shaper
Member # 32
Profile #97
After walking through the woods for several hours, Sullust and Guy stumbled upon an abandoned campsite.

"This has been very poorly cleaned up," Guy stated "it is likely that the wolves have already found the trail of those who stayed here."

"Well then they may need our assistance. Can you find the path as well?" Sullust asked.

"My senses are keen, but even they are not at par with those of the wolves. I could lead you down the path, but it may take quite a while. The wolves will probably catch us before we catch them."

"So what do you recommend?"

"If they are unable to save themselves from the forests creatures, then we will be unable to help them. It would be best if we stuck to our agenda."

"We've been searching these woods for hours, how do you even know this tunnel exists?"

"Because I've been there before. The forest has become twisted and dark since then, but I believe I can still find the path."

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Lt. Sullust
Cogito Ergo Sum
Polaris
Posts: 2462 | Registered: Wednesday, October 3 2001 07:00
Law Bringer
Member # 2984
Profile Homepage #98
OOC: FZ is not the only one who would like to know more about his agenda, and the tunnel he is supposedly trying to find. Read: Huh? o_o

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Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00
Shaper
Member # 32
Profile #99
OOC: Guy spoke of old tunnels into the mountain, so I assumed Guy was leading Sullust to said tunnels. Perhaps agenda was the wrong word. I'm just trying to have Guy and Sullust search around the woods a bit before finding the other group. The campfire might or not be from the other party in the forest.

[ Friday, August 05, 2005 16:40: Message edited by: Lt. Sullust ]

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Lt. Sullust
Cogito Ergo Sum
Polaris
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